days of plenty

I've talked about my friend Molly before. We met when I took care of her little girl, Lucy, who choked on an apple and have since become good friends. Molly is holding a benefit concert to raise money for the Good Grief Foundation. They help families who cannot afford a headstone for their children. Molly put this on her blog today and it rang true.

I've said it before and I'll say it again--you are changing lives by supporting my organization. You know when you don't know what to say to someone who has lost a loved one? You know when you have those quiet moments of reflection when you put yourself in someone else's shoes and feel the weight of their loss? And you cry in your closet and say a prayer of thanks that your children are still with you? And you think..."I want to help, but how?" This is how. This is how all the unspoken words can be spoken and the weight of the burden you want to carry for someone else can be carried.

Even if you can't go to the concert (I'm still trying to figure out if I should take Anna or just sit this one out) you can still buy a ticket as a donation.

Putting this together has been a ton of work. Way to go, Molly. Lucy would be proud.

{If you haven't heard Lucy's story, there was a good article in the Deseret News yesterday. Read it here.}